"Is your bladder full already?"

Luther is sitting on the hospital bed, feeling more outlandish than ever as Grace rubbed the ultrasonic gel on his bare stomach.

"Will you be sending this to Dad?"

"Unless he asks, no," Grace denied and Luther nodded, feeling funny as Grace ran the probe across his stomach. Grace kept moving the probe around, her eyes fixated on the screen before the probe stands still. "There it is."

Luther looked up to see an alien-human hybrid on screen, he wouldn't really say it that. How does it look so weird? The alien-human hybrid is as big as a grape, how can a grape-sized thing make him feel this tired?

"Do you want to hear the heartbeat, Lu?" Grace offered. Luther shook his head, staring at the tiny grape-sized alien-human hybrid image that's displayed in front of him. He feels so full, so breathless, so lonely. His eyesight becomes blurry as he blinked a few tears off his eyes.

"Turn it off," Luther ordered in a small voice, an order he'll soon regret as Grace lifts the probe off his stomach, no longer can he view the alien-human hybrid. Grace offered him some tissues to wipe off the ultrasonic gel, still silently crying.

"If you want to abort it, I can help you," Grace offered, handing him a small picture of the ultrasound result. Luther takes it. "I can deliver you to take the pill, but you have to decide quickly. You're already in your tenth week, now. It'll be more inefficient the longer you wait."

"Do you think I can be a good dad?" Luther asked as he turned his head to look at Grace, his eyes still a little red. "Do you think that I'll hurt it like Dad?"

"I'm certain you won't, not intentionally," Grace answered. "But it'll be up to you, with your problem. If you don't fix your temper, I fear something similar will happen to the child later."

"You think it's that bad?" Luther chuckled.

"I know it's that bad," Grace countered. "I cleaned up your room every time you were done throwing a temper fit. I found you hanging yourself and saved you. You had a mental breakdown and I fear you'll harm it if you don't get help."

"Can't you help me?"

"As human-like I am, I'm still a robot," Grace explained. "I lack the emotional capability to help you, something only a human psychologist can help. But I can help find a psychologist for you, one I'll swear to keep your identity a secret."

"I'll go to my room, Mum," Luther said as he covered the buttons of his shirt. "Thanks. Love you."

Luther left the infirmary, his left hand holding the image. Luther ascended the stairs, closing the room door behind him as he sat down the bed. There's still an hour left before he has to start training. Can he be a good dad? Luther imagined a mini-him, running around, yelling 'Dad!' at him as the mini-him grabbed his leg, a brand new human and not the one he sees every day, who hurt him and so many of his siblings.

Fuck, he misses his siblings so much. If only they're still here, Allison would dress the kid up, Vanya would play her violin and entertain the kid with the sweet music she creates, Klaus would walk around and play with the kid, Diego would probably guess future career plans and teach it how to walk. But would Reginald stand by and let him have the kid?

What if his siblings ask him about the kid's father? Should he answer that the kid's father is his father also? Would his siblings laugh at him for being such a usable toy? Would Allison turn to disgust as she learns that he'll be having his father's baby? Will Diego laugh and say 'I told you so'?

He doesn't have to worry long, for Diego is standing on his opened door already.

"Diego- what are you doing there?" Luther asked, hiding the picture immediately. Diego didn't seem to miss that as he raised his brow, looking at it.

"I need Dad's signature to apply to the Police Academy," Diego answered, patting his chest. "What's up?"

"I'm good."

"So, who got you knocked up?" Luther sighed, hearing Diego's question. "At nineteen? Really? That's so low, Luisa. What you're gonna do for the kid's survival?"

"It's not like-"

"It's not planned? Damn," Diego whistled, looking at his stomach, which made Luther feel even more self-conscious as he hid his stomach with his hands. "Who's the father?"

"I am-"

"You know what I mean, Lu," Diego interrupted. "Who fucked you and got you knocked up? That person must've such low taste, ugh."

"I don't know what the hell is your problem, Number Two," Luther spat. "You need Dad's signature to be in the Police Academy, fine! Good for you, congratulations! But why do you have to come to me, find out my biggest secret, insult me and belittle me with my secret-"

"Hold on, Dad doesn't know this?" Diego asked. Luther gaped like a fish, his head empty of retorts/answers. Diego slapped a hand over his mouth. "So only I do?"

"Mum knows," Luther answered. "She performed a USG on me. Now you do."

"Will you tell Dad?"

"That's such a hard question to answer, isn't it?" Luther bitterly asked. "I couldn't."

"Why not, you're his Number One! I bet with your incest problem, it's even his."

"I just couldn't, ok?!" Luther yelled, at the brink of crying. "Get the hell out of my room!"

Luther stood up and lifted Diego, pushing him out of his room before locking the door behind him. Luther lets himself fall down the floor, letting tears stream out of his eyes. Diego's right, it is his, but it's not because he willingly slept with him! He never even let Allison sleep with him when she asked! He'll never actually let him fuck him if he had the choice- he'll never let anyone fuck him at all!

Luther punched the nearest wall in rage, letting everything out. Luther took a step back, eyeing the wall with such a critical eye. Maybe if he ran fast enough, he'll crash and the foetus is gone as his life will be gone. Luther took a deep breath in- it'll be his last one. Without a doubt, Luther ran to the wall as fast as he could, only to fall onto his knees- very much conscious.

And not bleeding.